Category: Writers Block
Flooded with darkness
And vile things
And a rending sorrow
And a screaming--
And do you hear,
Oh do you hear them crying?
Things once-human
Mutilated voices screaming to the unseen stars.
Oh shadow, take me in your arms
Breathe oblivion through me,
Take this pain away,
Burning its brands on my skin
And inside where I was rent open
Breaks forth, and my blood stains
The ground, so cold,
And I open my mouth but no screams come,
Only blood falls in a wave,
Hot, choking and metallic--
And how ironic, I choke on my own life
As it spills from me and leaves me empty.
I try to make a sound,
And I realize I'm not alone.
My voice rasps, pain in my throat,
And pain in my body,
And a hole in my skin where they took the broken pieces away,
And oh, I feel that hole,
The emptiness inside,
I bred this darkness,
I choked on this evil,
I suffocated on my life,
And the tears, how they burn
And my body, how it hurts
And I shut my eyes
And cover my ears,
But the taste of sickness is strong in my mouth
And the smell of death heavy and sour in the air.
Can you hear them screaming
But I can't make a sound,
Screaming would be a release.
My blood boils hot, coursing through me,
But that thing stands over my broken and torn body
And down it looks, and me it sees,
And its breath smells of blood and decay
And I realize
This thing, it ate the taint out of my body.
And as it drinks my spilling blood I find
I can scream, and scream I do.
And before my eyes the world flashes
Explosions of fiery violence rage,
Hate and chaos reign unchecked,
And humans are becoming these things,
And swallowing the bitter taint, sour in their mouths,
Drinking the blood that flows over the world,
Afraid people will see their scars.
Oh, for irony, and to illusion--
It doesn't last forever
But at least you can suffocate on it,
It can fill and corrupt your body irrevocably
Rather than be rid of it.